Footie, Food, and Fiber

Footie

The World Cup is over, we have a winner, a loser or two,  a great number of national sides who deserve to be proud of themselves, and a handful of national sides who tolerate bad behavior from assholes but otherwise deserve to be proud of themselves.  There were--what?--33 matches?  32?  Dirtbunny watched them all.  All of them.  She has made a handful of new FC Dirtbunny call-ups based on what she saw. 

First, welcome Diego Benaglio, Swiss goalkeeper.  He's a monster.  grrrr.  Also, from the German national team, Arne Friedrich (an underappreciated defender), and--gulp--Bastian Schweinsteiger, warrior midfielder.  I know, I was really down on Schweini a few years ago, but he has won me over with his consistently good play and newly-mature attitude.  Also, he reformed the hair.

Second, welcome to the Uruguayan Diegos:  El capitano defender Diego Lugano, striker Diego Forlan, midfielder Diego Perez, and defender Diego Fucile.  The last one gets in because if I'm going to call up a bunch of Uruguayan Diegos, why not all of them?  It's fun to be arbitrary.  Oh, and welcome Xavi.  Your call-up is way overdue.

August in June

According to the National Weather Service, the 6 am temperature today for my zip code is 81 degrees (27 C).  It's not even July yet.  I don't think I'm gonna make it to September this year.

John Harkes is a moron

One of my friends suggested to me that John Harkes is not an idiot for referring to the mythical nation of Slovania because it's possible that he's using the Slovenian pronunciation.  I was skeptical at the time, and now I know it's wrong.  He's an idiot.  There is no Slovania, the German coach's nickname is not Joe Chee, and the great Italian goalkeeper is not known as John Loogey Buffon.  That's a trifecta of stuppid right there from a supposed football expert.  No way a guy who likes to watch Joe Chee and John Loogey and the Slovanian national team is so much more sophisticated than the rest of us that he knows something about the pronunciation of "Slovenia" that the rest of us do not know.

I love being right.

Also, the Italian team are the Azzurri, the English are the Three Lions, and the South Africans are the Bafana Bafana.  There are the Elephants, the All Whites, the Indomitable Lions, Les Fennecs, the Seleccao, the Oranje,  the Black Stars, all sorts of variations on the color blue, and the Socceroos.   The German National Football team is Die deutsche Fußballnationalmannschaft.  What does that mean?  It means "German National Football Team."  Those romantic Germans.   Imagine that on a poster, why dontcha? 




I love mocking the Germans.

Can you smell that?

If you ask Mr. D, he will almost invariably say "no."  His official position is that he can't smell anything.  So when you overhear him muttering this to the Yarn Bandit:

I can't stay mad at you, even though you reduce our environmental conditions to that of a hellhole.

...then you know you have a serious problem.  It's not like we don't clean up after the devilish urinator--we do--but he can be really sneaky, and it's hard to get it completely out.  Over time, and especially when it gets hot and humid, an above-and-beyond-the-call cleansing of the Hellhole is unavoidable.  And so, this morning, we rolled up the rugs, salvaged the salvageable rug pad and tossed the others, and took the rugs out to be professionally cleaned.  We will be back to the bare wood floors for three or four weeks.

Boing Boing Boing

Today is a Tigger day.


1. I have already done a day's worth of work. A productive Bunny is a happy Bunny, because as we all know, she measures her value according to her accomplishments. It's amazing what not being treated like a stupid person and suspected conspirator can do for one's morale.

2. Two of Bunny's teams are playing/have played today, so there will be excellent footie tonight.

3. I cut Kirby's toenails last night all by myself without having to pay anyone to do it for me and, although there was a shaky moment or two, I did not kill the dog. Hooray! Now he walks a lot quieter.

4. I got Collard Greens in my farm box yesterday. I soooooooo hate them and I was going to just face the truth and throw them out right away but then Ah hed an eyedeear. I'm going to braise them with olives and pancetta and sundried tomatoes and maybe less salt than I used last time I braised greens that way and maybe maybe maybe they'll be palatable! And even if I hate them, Mr. D will eat them because they will contain pork.

WC2010: Day Four

1. I lost my effing chapstick, but then I found it again.

2. I think I'm actually going to finish the laundry in one day, for once.

3. It's amazing how much work you can get done when you force yourself to avoid the toob and the interwebs.

4. If Mr. D really loved me, he would not be in the office today, and I would not have to wait until he got home to see what the Azzurri have done. Instead, he goes off to do his VERY IMPORTANT UNCLE SAM STUFF *blows raspberry* and leaves me here alone with my unchanneled energy.

More from Day 3

Item One: Tiki spent the day doing like he do.....

......forsaking the comforts that cost me real, actual money (dog beds, air conditioning), to find whatever bits of sun there are so he can bake himself.